Wow. So, I've been neglecting my blog since arriving to Mysore. Amazing how easy one can get carried away with the flow of life here.
It's all good.
Now that I've come back down to earth, it will be nice to continue writing everyday, and proceed with a few other projects in my spare time. I relented and rented a scooter. Crazy. I once read that driving in India isn't about skill, it's about reflexes. Ummm, yeah...I couldn't agree more. Good thing I had practice zipping around in a scooter in Taiwan first before attempting it in Mysore. There're many factors to take into account. For one, I must constantly remind myself to drive on the left side of the road versus the right. Then, being able to maneuver around the various modes of transport and animals can be a challenge. Cows have free range. There are even herds of goat to be careful of. So, if I can make it here, I can make it anywhere...right? Haha.
Practice has been amazing. Being back in the shala gives more than I could ask for. Extraordinary. As I breath in and out, I'm discovering the importance of letting go in each stance of the practice. The more I let go, the more I line up. Freedom is found. Energy is released, not grasped for.
As I delve deeper and deeper I consciously connect to the force that beats my own heart. Do I connect to doing or being? Questions to continuously ask.
Yes. We see form. But, we feel the formless. The more I enter in, the larger the formless reality becomes. Will I truly understand? No. Probably not, for it's a mystery. Being an embodiment of this reality has been the ultimate challenge as of late. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever break through as I stand on the edge, starring down toward vast nothingness. God, how I want to jump without a care in the world. Just don't know if I'm there yet.